Holiday

Holiday Hues
The scent of pine, a whisper low, Of stories told in firelight's glow. A crackling hearth, a cozy chair, The weight of comfort hanging in the air. Outside, the world in slumber lies, Beneath a blanket of soft, starlit skies. Snowflakes dance, a silent grace, As winter weaves its magic lace.
By - Ashley2 years ago in Poets
Through her eyes. Top Story - December 2024.
Is the moon friend to the stars or is she forced to save face tethered together for centuries to the night sky tolerating each other's company
By Sarah Lenn2 years ago in Poets
December Nights
There is something a little brighter about December nights. Maybe it's the way the moon reflects of the sparkling blanket of snow?
By Sady Bayne 2 years ago in Poets
Around the Fireplace
Family, all settled around the fire where Grandma used to darn the stockings while Grandpa played his guitar. Ignited with a match, the fire burns, casting a gentle glow on the faces of all who gather there
By Killian2 years ago in Poets
Thread Spool Ornaments. Top Story - December 2024.
author photo Past its prime, she tossed the old fake tree in the dumpster. It was dark already at three o'clock in the afternoon; night arrives early in the Arctic.
By Andrea Corwin 2 years ago in Poets
Christmas, 1983, London. Runner-Up in Holiday Reflections in Verse Challenge. Top Story - December 2024.
The doors are paper, the image small, “Be patient, or he won’t come at all,” A robin, pert and brightly bold, “Bide your time, let the joy unfold.”
By Hannah Moore2 years ago in Poets
Festive Futility. Runner-Up in Holiday Reflections in Verse Challenge.
We start with strands of colored lights, then hang the glass ball ornaments, rose gold and teal orbs on thin wiry hooks,
By D.K. Shepard2 years ago in Poets
A Yuletide of Yore
Oh, Christmas mornings—how they shone, Back in the 90s, the days we’d known. When the tree stood tall, and we’d believe, In the miracle Santa might actually just leave.
By David L Bennett2 years ago in Poets
Reflections Streams
"The mirror reflects back what we do not want to see, in ourselves and others. Reflections are the truth. And the truth is
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
One Final Gift
Gone too soon I was left in the cold No one minded Saying you were too old My last gift, I could never give to you I held onto it, not knowing what else to do As the weeks passed, I had no clue There was one left for me, given by you As the bells of Christmas Eve gave way To sound out Christmas Day A light shower of white filled the night Unbelievable to my eyes was the sight That lifelong wish only one person could have known A sign from you to reminder me that I was not alone Our last Christmas may technically have been the prior year Yet this final gift was a sign you were still near That one winter’s night I will always remember That even time and space could not severe The bond we built, forged with tough love As you continue to watch me from the heavens above
By Noelle Holly2 years ago in Poets
Catch a Snowflake, Make a Wish♥️
Catch a Snowflake, Make a Wish A snowflake falls, so soft, so bright, A fleeting wonder of pure white light. Catch it gently in your hand,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
A Winter’s Serenade
Under winter’s soft and silken sigh, The world is draped in a white robe, soaring high. The snow angels do a waltz, soft and slow,
By Aviral Gupta2 years ago in Poets